I was sitting at the outside bar with 42 at Farmstead in St. Helena on a gorgeous summer afternoon, when she caught me watching a woman pass by. “You are a flitterer,” she accused me. “You have a flittering eye.” I tried to pivot from this potentially volatile conversation faster than Sarah Huckabee Sanders at …
This is the sort of behavior that lands you in Group, as in a Group that starts each session with “My name is John T. and I nearly went emo AF on Facebook with a 1970’s lyric.”
A result of this feminist opportunity isn’t so much role reversal as it is role inclusion: women get to experience things that were once reserved exclusively for men. Awesome things, like working 14 hours a day in a cubicle, being responsible for the livelihoods of 800 people and having a DefCon 5 Midlife Crisis.
She sprawled across my Ikea Ektorp sleeper sofa like something out of an Audrey Hepburn movie, destroying me with one of the funniest stories I’d ever heard. When she finally reached the end, I was laughing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. There was something happening here. Something weird, something different.
Love is lightning that explodes with thunder without counting Mississippis. Love is chemistry and mayhem. Love is unlimited free pizza delivery by unicorn. But love is also 14 hour workdays without end. Love is changing the diaper at 4 AM when you did it at 2 AM and 12 AM
You’re probably asking, “why would anyone who’s not twenty-four want to date a twenty-four-year old?” The short answer is simple: Because I’m a guy. The long answer requires you to understand the thought process of the male gender of the species.
Let me tell you a story. It’s a love story, which is the best kind, and it has this amazing twist to it that I swear you will not see coming. Like all the classic love stories that have been told through the ages, it starts like this:
Why did I stop? Was it an emotional evolution into Enlightened Malehood? My gradual, social progress into becoming Sensitive Man Bun Guy? No, not at all. I’ve tried to get my hair to do that and it won’t.
A month ago, I was honored to win The Monthly Wine Writing Challenge, and my award for doing so was to create the theme for this month’s challenge (#MWWC29). The theme I came up with was Winestory: The story of how and why we chose to tell stories about wine. Though my story begins with …
Yes, this is actually a wine review, because it took me an entire bottle of the below-mentioned liquid courage to muster up the cajones to create my first Tinder account. It was my chronically-single friend from LA that first convinced me to check it out. “Dude,” he implored with that tone that only attorneys seem …